Stefanos' Brunch: Mid Meal Entertainment

Kaos fists o right on the table while brunch keeps rolling around them. Guests stop chewing and start watching. The sight kicks the whole place into heat. Before plates are cleared people are shoving each other into walls, tying wrists with napkins, biting nipples, driving cocks into whatever hole is nearest. The crowd spills into the lounge and keeps going, bodies packed wall-to-wall, every inch of rope and flesh on display under the lights.